Andy Day
1970
A spread from the college literary magazine, The Harvard Advocate, showing various locations in the USSR.
1970
My mother and stepfather in Maine, with our dog Louis.
1970
1970
Tim Carlson (right) and Julian Levy, holding Leica cameras. Tim was a year older and also on the Crimson photo staff. Julian, a few years older and wiser, told me I needed to switch over to a Leica.
1970
My mother in the family house in Maine.
1970
My stepfather at a cocktail party at a friend’s house outside Philadelphia.
1970
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1970
Peter Galassi, my classmate from boarding school who’d been the person to bring me into a darkroom and show me a print emerging in a developer bath, was also in the course. We became great friends.
1970
Peter Galassi, my classmate from boarding school who’d been the person to bring me into a darkroom and show me a print emerging in a developer bath, was also in the course. We became great friends.
1970
From Harvard Magazine, July 5, 1971
Harvard 25th Reunion, Cambridge, MA
1971
Harvard 25th Reunioners at the graduation ceremony, Cambridge, MA
1971
I made a diary of a week in my life as my final project for Dick’s class.
Dick Rogers, showing a Richard Avedon book to his Advanced Photography class. When I showed Dick this picture, he said, “That’s great! You’ve got the separate-the-heads thing already!” Since then, when all else failed, I’ve separated and isolated the heads and trusted that the rest of the frame would take care of itself.
1971
Diana
1971
Aaron Siskind, the day that Jeff Winningham, one of his many former students, visited class and showed pictures from his just-published book, Friday Night at the Coliseum, about professional wrestling in Houston, Texas.
1972
From Harvard Magazine, June 1972
From Harvard Magazine, June 1972
My girl friend, Diana, with whom I’d been living since the beginning of sophomore year, gave me this lovely smile during spring semester of senior year. She nonetheless broke up with me a month before graduation.
1972
A friend on graduation day, taken too late to make it into the magazine spread.
1972
Me at graduation, by my father.
1972
Frankie in Phoenix, Arizona, after a fight with a dwarf who’d jumped up on a barstool and kicked him in the head. The gun went off accidentally later that night, and the bullet went through all the books lined up on a shelf and out the wall of the house. Everyone laughed. Exciting? Terrifying? Both?
1973
Frankie and Butch on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona, near the Hogan where Gus Greymountain’s grandparents lived.
1973